Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.